When I walk downstairs, Phoenix is hanging up the phone. It strikes me how much I've changed when I realize I have no curiosity, no spark to ask who he was talking to.
I don't care.
It's either related to me in a way that isn't going to be pleasant, or it will have nothing to do with me. That's it. Those are the two options.
I have no urge to grow closer to the asshole who shares my genetics, so I don't ask.
Instead, I plan.
I won't be able to escape right away. I'm not even sure how I can escape. I have no money, no phone, no contact with the outside world. But now that I've been out there? Now that I've been on my own?
It doesn't seem as impossible as it did when I lived here.
If I just have a chance, I'll take it.
